Midnight Run to the Time Gate

Intro

Ship hums
Stars drip
Midnight run
Yeah, we dip (skrrt)

Verse 1

MC Chopped in the cockpit, feet on the dash
Got a trunk full of crystals and compressed stash
Wonkee in the back playin' holo on max
Sippin' coolant like, "Bro, touch grass" (relax)
Dead planet past, we just ghost that rock
Got a bounty on my head, still check my TikTok
Interstellar in my Crocs, socks, zero-g walk
Talkin' spicy to the cops on the spacewalk, watch
Lagrange point lurkin', cruisers in a V
They like, "Hands where we see" — we ain’t got gravity
"Wonkee, where the portal?" He like, "Enh, maybe"
Still chill, chrome grill, sayin', "Trust me, baby"

Pre-Chorus

If the sirens flash, we don’t slow
If the hull runs hot, we still roll
Got a wormhole waitin’ like "say less, go"
Whole fleet on my tail, but I move too cold

Chorus

I’m on a midnight run through the black sky
Chasin’ that time gate, chasin’ that lifeline
Laws on my back, but I just ride, I just ride
Laugh in the face of the void when it bites
Wonkee set the course, we align
Slip through the seconds, outrun time
If this the end, then we still fly, we still fly
Soaring and burning in slow-motion high

Verse 2

Beat drops to methodical, low-intensity pocket

Yeah, slow cruise, low fuse, pseudo halo on
Every scanner get to pingin’, I just stay logged on
Group chat blowin’ up like, "You good, my guy?"
I’m like, "Yeah, lil’ bozo, I’m just passin’ by"
Got contraband tucked in a fake airlock
If they board, they gon’ find just a TikTok clock
Little trinkets, memes, couple cursed NFTs
And a lunchbox labeled "Government Cheese"

Beat starts ramping, hats doubling

See the cruisers in a cluster on the radar spin
Little dots, red blotches tryna box me in
Wonkee say, "No cap, this is kinda sus, friend"
I say, "Plot that gate, we just hit send"

High-velocity ‘Rap God’ burst

Then I’m runnin’ up the metric in a millisecond, everybody get to panic when I intercept it, with a bit of interstellar etiquette I gotta edit any evidence of any sedatives embedded in the medicine I’m peddlin’ to presidents in ventilated tenements on Venomous-11 where the senators are settin’ up a predicate to get me on a technicality, reality is delicate as gelatin, I’m jettin’ with the elements, embezzlin’ adrenaline, I’m elegant, irrelevant to everything they yellin’ in the channel when they ramble on the telecom, I’m tellin’ ’em I’m hella gone, I teleport, I’m teflon, I’m trendin’ on their radar like a meme they can’t respond to, all they see is "MC CHOPPED JUST TROLLED YOU," law dogs mauled, I uninstall you, Wonkee say, "We ball, dude"

Pre-Chorus

If the sirens flash, we don’t slow
If the hull runs hot, we still roll
Got a wormhole waitin’ like "say less, go"
Whole fleet on my tail, but I move too cold

Chorus

I’m on a midnight run through the black sky
Chasin’ that time gate, chasin’ that lifeline
Laws on my back, but I just ride, I just ride
Laugh in the face of the void when it bites
Wonkee set the course, we align
Slip through the seconds, outrun time
If this the end, then we still fly, we still fly
Soaring and burning in slow-motion high

Bridge

Vocals open up, lush harmonies

Red lights in the rearview
Static in the coms, they near you
Wonkee like, "Yo, the Gate’s in view
Power to the cores, let the light bleed through"
(Light bleed through...)
I see the event horizon, it’s a neon blue
One more tick on the clock, then we’re brand new
(Brand new...)

Build-up

Drums start a heavy, marching snare roll

Filters sweeping upward

They can have the stars, they can have the chase
They can’t find a ghost in a different space
Wonkee, hit the switch—leave 'em in the wake
Everything we love is on the other side the gate!
(GO!)

Final Chorus

I’m on a midnight run through the black sky
Chasin’ that time gate, chasin’ that lifeline
Laws on my back, but I just ride, I just ride
Laugh in the face of the void when it bites…